Dedicated to Alexandra Cabot and Olivia Benson/I ship Cabenson, Alex & glasses, and Olivia & winter hats
I feel like I should apologize for sucking you in lol you may regret it! Thank you for the compliment :)
The very best fic writers in this fandom in my opinion are Rae D. Magdon & ThePartyAfterYouLeft
They will definitely spoil you for other writers lol but they are, in my humble opinion, two of the best fic writers in this fandom.
(also, I’m actually sitting down to write out a fic masterlist this afternoon)
let the congregation say amen.
(also, breathe. you knew she wasn’t leaving).
Double dose for the season finale.
Rockstar Series of Alternate Universes 19
“You’re beautiful,” Alex found herself whispering, much to her horror. Who said that to a stranger? Honestly, Cabot! Get a grip!
The woman threw her head back and laughed, eyeing Alex with amusement flickering in her deep brown eyes. “Are you flirting with me, Princess? I charge by the hour…”
Alex’s jaw dropped again. OhmyGod. She was a prostitute? Duh, Alex. Look at what she’s wearing. Knee-high boots, black patent leather, of course, a tiny red skirt and a halter top that barely covered her… well… it barely covered anything. She had on two tons of makeup, though Alex was certain that she’d be drop-dead gorgeous even without a stitch of it. So, yeah. Not exactly your housewife or grocery-store-attendant getup. Definitely prostitute gear. “I can afford you,” she rushed without thinking.
An eyebrow rose in Alex’s direction. “Should I start the clock ticking then?”
Alex’s throat went dry. What was she getting herself into? She didn’t know what the hell to do with a prostitute! But for some reason she felt challenged, and she was really quite attracted to the woman, so why not? Plus, her parents would disapprove, and that was definitely a good motivator. “Yes,” the blonde decided, straightening up taller as if she were undergoing a posture inspection of some sort. Then at the last second she added, “as long as you don’t have any diseases.” Oh, shit. Now the pro would probably call the boys back and let them have their way with her.
But to Alex’s surprise, the woman just laughed, taking another drag of her cigarette and throwing the stipulation right back at her. “Do you?”
Alex blinked, then blushed, shaking her head. “No, I— no, I don’t.”
“Good. One more thing, then… how old are you, Princess?”
“My name is Alex,” Alex informed her, watching as the cigarette was dropped to the ground and crushed beneath the heel of one ridiculously sexy boot. “And I’m nineteen.”
“You ‘died’ and left me all alone and when you came back, I thought you didn’t want me anymore… wondered if you ever wanted me at all, or if I was just imagining it. I guess I wasn’t good enough to convince you to stick around.”
Although she possessed enough control to keep them at bay, tears gathered in Olivia Benson’s eyes. Alex had seen her detective cry a few times (in their profession, sometimes you needed a good cry, God knows she had cried buckets of tears during the Cavanaugh case), but this was different. This was because of her. It was both frightening and elating to know that she had such a profound effect on Olivia.
“Living without love isn’t really living.”
Olivia sighed. “Better to have loved and lost?” said the detective, regaining control of her voice. The brief crack in her emotional walls had closed again and Alex scrambled for another way in.
“So you do love me.” It was not said braggingly, merely a statement of fact.
“I never said that.”
“You didn’t need to.” Reaching across the table, Alex covered Olivia’s strong, square hand with her own pale fingers, caressing the detective’s knuckles with the pad of her thumb. The simple contact sent sparks skittering along Olivia’s arm and up her spine. “I’ve known you for too long, Liv,” she whispered. “You can’t lie to me.”
When the waiter returned to collect their plates and offer desert, Alex made a point of not removing her hand. Their server was, of course, too polite to draw attention to the fact, but Olivia was surprised by the counselor’s boldness. For someone as political-minded as Alex, displays of affection towards another woman could be devastating. Perhaps the attorney had changed over the years. Perhaps…
Olivia pressed her lips together tightly, trying to dismiss those thoughts. It was too risky. Alex Cabot could be trusted on the job, sure. Despite what she said, she was all about getting justice for the victims. She wasn’t just out to raise her own numbers and forward her political ambitions. But as a lover… Olivia just couldn’t be sure.
theanswerisalwaysmariskahargitay:
*Emotionally preparing for tonight’s finale*
Just in case.
(Season 5, Episode 16: Home)
I’m not ready!
I feel
Like I’m intruding
On a privateMoment.
